THE SECRET LIFE OF WALER MITTY
"We're going through!" The Commander's voice was link thin ice breking.He wore his full-dress uniform, with the hevily braided white cap pulled down rakishly over one cold grey eye."We can't make it, sir. It's spoiling for a hurricane, if if you ask me.""I'm not asking you lieutending berg,"siad the commander."Throw on the power light! rev her up to 8,500! We're going throught!" The pounding of the cylinders increased : ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa.The commander sstared at the ice forming on the pilot window.He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials."switch on No8 auxiliary!" he shouted."switch on No8 auxiliary" repeated Lieutenant Berg."Full sstrength in No3 turret" shouted the commander.Full strength in No 3 turret" the crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined Navy hydrophone, looked at each other and grinned. "The Old man'll get us through,"they said to one another."The Old Man ain't afraid of Hell"...
"Not so fast! You're driving too fast!" said Mrs .Mitty."What are you driving so fast for?"
"Hmmm?" said Walter Mitty.He looked at his wife , in the seat beside him, with shocked astonishment she seemed grossly unfamiliar, like a strange woman who had yelled at him in a crowd." You were up to fifty five," she said ."You know I don't like to go more then forty.You were up to fifty five."walter Mitty drove on throught the warerbbury in silence, the roaring of the SN202 through the worst storm in twenty year of Navy flying fading in the romate intimate airways of him mind." You're tensed up again," said Mrs Mitty." It's one of your day I wish you'd let Dr. Renshaw look you over."